To: Vice Principal Luna
From: Principal Celestia
Well, I just finished talking to the first wave of students, and it seems this situation might be more complicated than we thought. While the story of last night is slowly revealing itself, the emotional impact it had on our students is quite varied. Sandalwood cheerfully praised the experience, while Trixie ran out of my office in tears. And while Lyra confidently spoke about her growth, Twilight Sparkle doubted her own. And then there's Zephyr Breeze, who refuses to tell me anything!
Despite their differing experiences, there does seem to be a common through-line: good intentions with unfortunate results. Thus far, everyone has stated that the video project was supposed to unite the Wondercolts and prove that they still have the magic of friendship within them. So, even though they trespassed on school property and got in trouble with the police, I'm hesitant to punish them so harshly. What if I accidentally teach them that teamwork just leads to trouble? Trixie already believes the group is doomed to fail — what if I spread that mentality even further?
I'm so conflicted, sister. All they wanted to do was apologize and show me how much they've changed. And yet, they've only caused more chaos and given me even extra work to do. Can I trust them? Should I trust them? Are their good intentions enough to eclipse their actions? How do I finally put a end to this madness?
Please help.
Recording of RARITY
Last night, you say? Darling, that is but a distant memory. Feels like I've lived a whole life since then! Believe me, freeing yourself from the petty drama of the world is quite liberating. My only regret is that I didn't do it sooner!
What's that? You need actual information? Very well. Ever since Diamond Tiara's ghastly stunt, I'll admit I've been somewhat of a wreck. You see, Applejack wasn't too pleased with my participation in the school scandal, and unfortunately lashed out by sharing an abysmal photograph from my past. Naturally, I was taken aback by her perceived hostility, and the two of us began a nasty feud. Truly, those days were some of the most dreadful I've faced in years. Not speaking to my best friend was painful, but I needed her to apologize.
Apologies, I'm getting ahead of myself. The aforementioned photograph was of me in a mullet. Dreadful, I know! Even mentioning it sends shivers down my spine. It was seventh grade. We all made questionable choices back then. Anyways, I've always taken great pride in my appearance, so suddenly being mocked by my peers really shattered me. Look, I do know my strengths — I'm smart, I'm good with business, and I'm the most fashionable girl for miles — but overhearing their scornful confab made it feel like none of those qualities mattered. Suddenly, I was defined by my hair, of all things. Astonishing, right? Well, my insecurities began to manifest then, and I'm not exactly proud of what happened next.
When Sandalwood casually mentioned that this video would be watched by future generations of Wondercolts, I panicked. After all, if my looks were to be immortalized on film, they had to perfect, right? There was no way I was going to have another mullet mishap! So, once we got to the school, I began testing hundreds of different hairstyles — bangs, buns, curls, ponytails, knots, lobs, wigs — but no matter what I did, I always felt self-conscious. My hair had taken over my mind! And since going on camera looking less than tres belle wasn't an option, I locked myself in the closet until my appearance was flawless. Spoiler alert, it never was.
As you may have already surmised, this story does indeed have a happy ending. You see, while in tears, fearing that I'd nothing but the "mullet girl" for eternity, I heard a knock on the door. Pinkie Pie. I wasn't really in the mood for her high-octane shenanigans, so I simply brushed her off. That is, until she said:
"Rarity, they're not laughing at who you are. They're laughing at who you were. Wouldn't it feel good if you laughed with them?"
And that was it. I rushed out of the closet, dug through my locker, found the photograph, looked at the mullet, and then... I laughed. Well, according to Pinkie, it was a "snortle", but since that word is absolutely repulsive, we're just going to call it "laughing". And you know what? It was strangely cathartic! Laughing at my former self made me realize just how much I've grown over the past couple years. Since that picture, I've joined a band, gotten superpowers, started an internship at Carousel Boutique, defeated several threats from Equestria, designed costumes for Vignette Valencia— the list goes on! With how much I've accomplished, how could I ever possibly let a mere mullet define me? I am RARITY, for heavens sake! I needed to own my identity and film that video! ...which I never got to do because Sunset Shimmer called an emergency group huddle. Still, I was prepared to do it!
Oh, and Applejack? We made up later in the holding cell. Simply put, I apologized, she apologized, and voila! We were back on track. Just goes to show that, sometimes, our problems are only as large as we make them. Hm. Imagine if our student body had come to that realization last week. Perhaps we could've avoided this whole debacle. Oh well. Hindsight is 20/20, I suppose.
Goodness, I've gone way past my time slot, haven't I? Sincerest apologies. I tend to over-embellish, but that's only because I love a good story! Which reminds me, have you ever heard about the time Sweetie Belle got her head stuck in the fourth floor— Oh yes. Leaving now. Sorry!
Recording of ZEPHYR BREEZE #2
Ahhh. Brought me back for round two, I see. Totally understandable. The intoxicating effects of my prescience can be addicting. Please, don't be embarrassed. Happens to everyone.
...Oh my. I just said that to my principal, didn't I? I am so sorry. Let's just forget that ever happened, okay?
Look, you want information on last night? Fine. It was me who sent the anonymous tip to the police. Which I know sounds like a dick move, but I promise, there was a good reason for it! ...I just can't say what it is. Rainbows would kill me if anyone else found out, alright? Just know that we needed to stop production, and calling the police was the only way to make that happen. I can't spill anything else.
Hey, could you do me a favor and keep this conversation between the two of us? Really don't want word to get around that I was the one who ruined the video project. It was the right decision, but others might not see it that way. So... could this maybe be our little secret? Please?
Thanks, Principal Celestia. You're a real one.
New chapter huh, now my sleep will be delayed thanks to you. Seriously, thank you.
now why would zephyr call the police...well it didn't seem things were going great with the video anyways so it hardly matters.
I'm bettin when Rainbow gets her turn only then the whole story is revealed to Celestia as to why all this happen in the first place, the real question is what would she do, can she really bring herself to punish the students when she herself played a role that led to all this madness to begin with??????
Everyone involved in this have alot to think about
Zephyr had best have an amazing reason for calling the cops. He has shown to be right on occasion, so I'm not ruling it out, but I still need to hear it.
Zephyr...this is why you're the most hated character in the show.
Zephyr sucks!!!!
Oh man... just when I think it can't get any more ridiculous, it does.
Zephyr, you better have the mother of all good reasons here...
One of the best stories on here (:
When? OH WHEN? Shall the HIAAAATUS EEENNNNND?
This made my night- even if it is on hiatus.